Madison's Changing Life Pt. 06

A few more minutes went by and I continued to feel warm, at first I uncovered one knee, and eventually the second. I crossed my legs and placed the blanket between them, now only covering my thong covered pussy. It felt so warm and sweaty under the blanket, it was wet, and turned on, but I couldn't do anything, not now, not yet. "How much longer was this show? How much longer until Emma and Sam went to bed?" I thought to myself trying to look normal, trying not to seem like I was struggling or doing anything out of the ordinary.

When the episode finally ended I let out a soft 'phew' as I knew this torture would finally end. I would finally be able to get out of here and back to my room. I waited for Sam and Emma to get up, to say goodnight and leave, but it never happened, they stayed seated as another episode started on the screen.

"We're watching another one?" I asked a little worried.

"Ya," Sam answered adding nothing else.

I sat there worried. I knew there was no way I could keep the blanket over me any longer, I could feel the sweat building on my inner legs, the heat was killing me. If I took the blanket off I would expose how little coverage I had again to my children. And on top of that I would have to decide if I should get up and go to my room and let Emma and Sam see me as I walked out, or stay seated and watch the show. What option was best? What option would expose me the least?

I moved the blanket off my legs and the cool air flowing into the heated area felt amazing, I was instantly feeling better, less stressed. I took a deep breath as I sat there. My legs were still crossed, and I tried to focus on the show, now feeling more relaxed and better. As the show went on my legs parted a little, slowly, inch by inch. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened, I was getting comfortable and wasn't even thinking about it.

I looked over at Emma and she looked at me and smiled. That was when I realized my panties were showing, my legs had moved far enough apart that the pink material was on show, and my daughter could see them. My face turned bright red again.

My body didn't move, and I didn't try to cover myself up, the situation was what it was, and trying to cover myself now would make it more obvious, or at least that's what I thought. For the rest of the show I sat there, legs spread a little, panties out in the open, feeling nervous yet excited. My mind couldn't focus on the show anymore and time seemed to slowly move by as I was constantly thinking about my display.

Thankfully time was moving at normal pace and the show did end. Emma and Sam went to bed first as I sat there, trying to be normal, but I knew I wasn't, I just didn't want them to see me anymore, I felt bad about the whole thing. This was the part of me fighting back, fighting against the slutty part of me, and I was glad I could still control myself to some level.

When the room was empty I finally got up, my t-shirt falling down just covering my panties. I felt good being this free, being able to move around with so little on, even if I also knew I couldn't do it with Emma and Sam around.

I got up to my room and checked my e-mail as I was told to. By this point of the day, after being so turned on for hours the only thing I wanted to do was lay down on my bed and fuck myself until I cummed. Nothing else, just that. My e-mail popped up.

Subject: DID YOU HAVE FUN?

Subject: I KNOW YOU DID YOU SLUT

Subject: TOMORROW YOU NEED TO WEAR A SKIRT

Subject: I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR

Subject: NOW FUCK YOURSELF AND GET OFF LIKE YOU WANT TOO

My eyes scanned over the words before me. Nothing shocked me anymore. If I was being truly honest with myself everything on the screen was a little boring. A skirt? No problem. Fuck myself? I was going to do it anyway. In some weird way I was feeling like I was moving beyond this fucker behind the screen, my own underlying sluttiness was driving me on further then they were. But at the same time I knew this could change at any point, I knew I still had to do the tasks they presented, even if they weren't enough for me, I would do them.

I shut my computer and laid down on my bed. My hand immediately went to my pussy, rubbing myself over my panties. As my fingers pushed their way into the fabric I could feel my gape beneath them. My ruined hole just waiting for something to push its way into it. As my fingers roamed I started to moan, thinking back on the day, how I wore the sweater dress, no thong or panties, how I sat watching TV in just a t-shirt and a thong, the same thing I was wearing right now.

I lifted myself off the bed and slipped my panties off exposing my cunt to the air. Three fingers sunk themselves into my sopping hole, there was so much room in my hole today, it was so ready to be destroyed, to be stretched and opened like I loved. I stopped trying to control myself and squeezed my five fingers together and started to press them into my pussy. After a couple of tries my hand slipped into my waiting cunt. Feeling the stretch as my fist slipped in to my wrist was amazing. It had been awhile since I had really fisted myself, and doing it again made me remember how much I loved it.

With my wrist bent uncomfortably over my body I had to move into a better position. I scooted back and leaned against my headboard giving me better access to my hole. My hand started to move in and out a little, just slightly, maybe an inch, I kept doing that as my hole started to get more comfortable with the size in it. My other hand came down and started to rub my clit, moans were escaping my mouth. My hand was starting to move out and in more, I could feel my knuckles starting to reach the edge of my cunt, pulling it open before I pushed it back into my pussy. I rubbed my clit harder as my hand moved faster and faster in my hole. Finally I pulled it completely out of me, my cunt gaped, I looked down at it, my lips wide open, I stared for a moment before I pushed my first back in. I kept it balled up, I wanted to feel the width, I wanted to feel myself take it, I wanted to push myself, my hand moved deeper into me before I pulled it out completely again. I could almost hear a pop as it came out. Back in my fist went before I pulled it out again, over and over, faster and faster. I started to fuck myself with my clenched fist, completely out, and then deep inside.

As I fucked myself harder my orgasm grew. I kept rubbing my clit as I fisted myself. I loved it, I was lost in a world of pleasure. I continued to fuck myself and I completely forgot about the blackmailer and was just focused on how much I loved what I was doing. I need to get back to destroying my holes, I loved it, why did I stop?

In and out my hand went, slamming into my cunt, and during one final punch into me I finally felt the orgasm explode through my body. "FUCCKKKKKK!" I roared out not caring at that moment who heard me. My hand slipped out of my hole and I gently rubbed my gaping cunt. It was amazing how I could rub the slight prolapse that was waiting there for me. I was sweaty and exhausted. I thought about getting up and putting on pajamas but stopped myself. What was the point anyway. My life was changing, for better or worse, my inner slut was breaking free. I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, gently rubbing myself as I fell asleep, dreaming of the days to come.